2: I am From I am from the 2009 Mercedes SLX I am From Sax Fifth Avenue department stores I am from a world where your best friends can be your worst enemies. A life where school is a second home. Where grades determine your future and if you get to hang out with your friends this weekend. I am from a family where mom and dad full of excitement and pain. A home where mom and dad are always there, but I feel like somethings missing. I am from many influences, good and bad. And many memories, happy and sad This is where I'm from.

3: My Mother's Kitchen | Its Sunday morning Not a person in sight She's steady cooking Green peppers are cut Chicken is frying And ovens ablaze My Aunt walks in, "Oh how good it smells" She smiles, says thanks, and asks for help Its Sunday morning In My Mother's Kitchen

4: Mother to Daughter Get up off of that couch Do something with your life Go out and do something Don't let life pass you by Try to make a change In an average life today So many problems Nobody wants to face But you gotta be the one To stand up and state your claim "Okay, Mom",I always say, " I will make a change someday"

5: Ode to GSMST You give me much homework And I barely get sleep I will study for hours And still barely make a B But GSMST you are still good to me You give me a great education, and I scored high on the PSAT When I graduate colleges will adore me And scholarships will come easy Oh GSMST even though you aren't always great You mean so much to me

6: Analysis The song Poison symbolizes a story about a boy who she is interested in. He is obviously a bad influence on her but she continues to see him because of the way that he makes her feel.

7: You're bad for me. I clearly get it. I don't see how something good could come from loving you. The death of me must be your mission. Cause with every hug and kiss you're snatching every bit of strength that I'm gon need to fight off the inevitable. And its a heartbreaking situation I'm up in but I cant control. You're just like poison. Slowly moving through my system breaking all of my defenses with time. You're just like poison, and I just don't get it. How could something so deadly feel so right? I'm not sure of what to do. Its a catch twenty-two? Cause the cure is found in you. I dont want it but I do. Youre just like poison. My affliction, Im addicted I cant lie. Kiss me one more time before I die. You aint right, take me high, then that high, it subsides, and my body flatlines. Then you come to revive. Wait, wait, wait, Im alive, but how long will it last? Will it all come crashing down? How many doses am I needing now? Whats the prognosis? Will you be around? Or am I just another victim of an assassin that broke my heart down. Baby, youre just like poison. Slowly moving through my system breaking all of my defenses with time. Youre just like poison, and I just dont get it. How could something so deadly feel so right? Im not sure of what to do. | Cause the cure is found in you. I don't want it but I do. You're just like poison. My affliction, I'm addicted I cant lie. Kiss me one more time before I die. Its just not my body (no). Its my mind. You don't know how many times I told myself this cant do (cant do). And that I don't need you (no I don't need you). Its so unfair (fair) that I find myself right back in your care (care). And whats good is that when you're not always there (there, there). You know that for my health, my health. You're just like poison, whoa, whoa, whoa. {Chorus} I'm not sure of what to do. Its a catch twenty-two? Cause the cure is found in you. I don't want it but I do. You're just like poison. My affliction, I'm addicted I cant lie. Baby kiss me one more time before I die. {Chorus}

8: Analysis This poem written by Robert Frost can be easily interpreted in many different ways. I think that this poem symbolizes life and major choices in life where you have to choose to go with your friends or do your own thing. And he talks about how he chose to be independent and how that choice has made all the difference in his life.

9: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, | And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference

10: Many, many essays written They always earned me such a great score. Language Arts is a great start to my day . Especially the Greek and Latin Roots on Wednesday. | Language Arts class A great start to my day All the adjectives, pronouns, and verbs Like brown, they, and play So much figurative language Onomatopoeia, alliterations, and metaphors